29/05/2026
15,000 feet. 40 kilometers. 6 days.
And somehow, I still can’t find the right words for what it felt like.
There were sleepless nights, periods, a broken knee, high altitude, and days when my body was questioning every decision I had ever made.
But when I think about this trek, none of those are the first things that come to mind.
What I remember are the people.
I started this trek alone and came back with 25 friendships, memories, and lessons I know I’ll carry for a very long time.
Some felt like family. who quietly takes care of you without making a big deal about it. The kind that reminds you that sometimes strangers show up for you in ways you never expected.
And then there was the question I heard every single morning
Nidhi, did you sleep? Nind aayi kya?
Because I barely did. Maybe just 4 5 hours in 6 days 😪
Yet the funny thing is, one day I had to stay back and rest, those few hours felt longer than any trekking day. That’s when I realized how much I had missed the mountains.
Even tho I travel all the time, But the mountains are different.
They make you earn every view, every conversation, every version of yourself
And would you believe? When I got network back, I just didnt want to turn on my phone My phone stayed on airplane mode for two more days.
I wasn’t ready to leave that world.
Even while driving back, looking at the roads, traffic, and normal life returning, all I could think was
I want to go back.
And maybe that’s why I love trekking so much.
You enter a completely different world.
And honestly, I don’t think any photo, video, or caption can explain what a trek feels like.
You have to walk it yourself.
You have to struggle through it, laugh through it, question your life choices halfway through it, and then somehow miss it the second it’s over.
Until then, it’s just a mountain.
After that, it’s a part of you.